Mid Week Tease: Deep Water #MWTease #MidWeekTease

MWTease15Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. Surprise — this is an honest-to-Zeus M/F scene! Yes, I can write them. 😀

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Griffin wasn’t quite sure how they got to the bedroom. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Ammie had simply portaled them there, goddess that she was.

He didn’t really care. All that mattered was that after far too many years apart they were together in a dark room with a bed, listening to the gentle patter of the rain on the cottage roof.

A flash of lightning lit her face momentarily, a study in light and shadow. She tilted her head up in silent invitation. He took it, kissing her. The act was both familiar and wonderfully new as he sank into the kiss, relishing the flavors of her.

Her arms slid around him, pulling him closer. He did the same, running his hands over her back and feeling soft skin over rises of bone and the sleek play of muscles. The weight of her breasts pressed against his chest, intensely erotic. He smelled salt air and something deliciously light and citrusy, blessedly different from her sisters’ perfume.

When the kiss broke he felt her smile against his mouth. “I do believe that was worth waiting for, beloved,” she whispered.

He decided right then and there that he was going to do everything in his power to give her an unforgettable night. His cock might be out of the picture, but he still had fingers and a mouth. Let’s see what it’s like to make a goddess beg.

He kissed her again, reverent, as he slid a hand into her thick hair and stroked her scalp. She made a little needy sound and he ate it up, nibbling her upper lip, then her lower one. He brought his hand down, massaging the nape of her neck. He could feel a little button at the back of her neckline, and flicked it open.

There was so much he wanted to do to her. But it would be easier if they were both in bed. “Let me take off your clothes,” he murmured.

She nodded, and held her arms up as he stripped off the silk shell, reaching around to unhook the obviously expensive bra and pull that off next. He knelt, undoing the button and zip on her slacks and easing them down, followed by a pair of lace panties. He sat back on his heels, then, gazing at her. Her body epitomized the beauty ideal of a past culture: sloping shoulders, full breasts tipped with dark red nipples, and a waist that curved in before spreading again into the swell of womanly hips. He noted the soft tangle of curls at the top of her thighs, dark against her creamy skin, and was glad to see something that had always represented the most delicious of forbidden fruit to his generation. He suspected she could change her shape at will, remove hair, do whatever she liked to fit in with the current fashions. The fact that she stood here looking like she had in Medusa’s day, however, was exactly what he wanted.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “My beautiful goddess.”

She lifted her chin in acknowledgement, lips curving. “Would you worship me, then?” she said, her voice sweet and imperious at the same time. “Pay homage to me in your bed?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then stand.”

He did, wincing a bit as his knees popped, and gave himself over to her. It was her turn to take off his shirt and shorts, letting them fall silently to the floor. He braced himself, wondering what she would think of his diminished body.

She ran her fingertips along the line of his collarbones, tracing the shape of his sternum, the lines and hollows of his abdomen, the jut of his hipbones. One hand reached down and gently cupped his balls, as if cradling something infinitely precious. He groaned softly at the heat of her hand.

She slid her fingers up, running the backs of them along his cock in a featherlight touch, a promise more than an actual caress, before toying with his crisp pubic hair. “Believe me, beloved, I find no fault in you,” she said. “I see what you once were, and what you will be again. I see you as you are right now. You are a strong, vital man, and you please me deeply.”

He sighed. Yet another knot in his gut unraveled. “Thank you, love. I’m sorry for being so ridiculous about it, but—“

She put fingers across his lips. “How we are seen by others matters to us. How we are seen by the people who love us matters even more. I see you, beloved, and you are beautiful to me.”

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About Nicola Cameron

Nicola Cameron has had some interesting adventures in her life -- ask her sometime about dressing up as Tietania, Queen of the Bondage Fairies. When not writing, she wrangles cats, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

Posted on March 11, 2015, in Deep Water, Mid Week Tease, Olympic Cove and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Great snippet, Nicola, well done!

  2. “I see you, beloved, and you are beautiful to me.” *sighs* fabulous tease, Nicola 🙂

  3. Okay, I want a god and goddess to say that to me, too. Great tease, Nicola. You gotta finish this one soon. 😀

  4. *Sigh* You write an M/F scene as well as the rest, Nicola. A fabulous teaser.

  5. I fell in gooey, mushy love with him when he thought this … He braced himself, wondering what she would think of his diminished body.

    • As we all know guys have body issues, too, and Griffin is very aware that he’s not physically the man he was. I wanted to make it very clear that Ammie doesn’t give a rat’s ass about that — he’s her agapetos and that’s all that matters.

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